Cold hands

Cold hands, are the sign of a cold heart

you say.  I protest you are confused.

You can live to lie another day

You state. I feel your ego bruised

Go wild tomorrow, live quietly today

You warn. My face less than amused

When the rain comes create hay

You exclaim. All proverbs abused

It takes but a red rose to tango

You offer, and I refuse.

 

 

 

 

 

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